"You idiot with a brain in the water, how did you miss?!" Seeing that the damn little squire on the opposite boat actually stood up intact, the captain of the guard, Tormond, glared at the angry gunner behind him and yelled: "Do you think that guy will be stupid enough to stand there and let you aim and shoot again?!"

Seeing the soldier kneeling with his neck shrunk and trembling, he only spat and lost interest in reprimanding - Tormund himself knew how difficult it was to hit in such a storm, and it was not easy to hit the opponent's ship alone.

But this mission was ordered by Mrs. Angelica...... The storm and the jolting of the ship did not make Tormund lose his ability to think, but his mind became clearer—having been with this lady for so long, he knew a little bit about her character.

Indeed, Lady Angelica inherited the generosity of the Mineste family, and never spared rewards anyone who fulfills her request, but this lady has not inherited her father's kindness and generosity, and the slightest disagreement with those around her will end up miserable and hopeless!

The promise of such a generous reward for this mission is a testament to how high the expectations were—which is why he would risk the ship's capsizing and chase the Barrel. He had to see Edward die, break his neck or cut off his head with his own hands, before he had the courage to return to Lady Angelica.

The final outcome of the last unlucky guy who missed is still fresh in Tomund's mind - he was locked up in a very remote dungeon in The Hague Castle, but everyone thought that he had returned to his hometown with the bounty, and when he was found, only the rotten corpses remained, and the meat was almost eaten by flies and worms!

That man was the predecessor of Tormond, the captain of the guard, an old knight who was old but very good at swordsmanship.

"The bow sail is up, the left rudder is full! the bow is wound, ready to take on the side battle!" Quickly forgetting those gruesome memories, Tormond, who had come to his senses in the rain, drew his sword and jumped onto the gang, shouting at the soldiers under his command: "Wait for my order, as soon as you join the rotten wood, the side of the ship will be on the ......"

"The Rotten Wood is sinking, their mainmast is broken, and the ship is capsizing!" a pirate close to the boat gang shouted in the distance, his voice filled with fear, "The guys on the Rotten Wood are all finished!"

"How......" Tormund looked back in disbelief, and almost everyone on board stared at the frigate in the distance with bated breath like him, the long mast and sail shattered in the waves, and the whole hull was broken in two from the center, and the sea was swallowed up little by little.

"We have to save them, or they'll die!"

"It doesn't matter what they do, turn around and run, or we'll have to end up with them!" ......

"Don't let anyone run, everyone on this ship has to obey my orders!" Tormund grabbed the captain by the neck, and pointed the tip of his sword at his eye: "Do you hear me, call your people to prepare for the battle!"

"You're sending us to death!"

"Let's put it simply, one of the two bastards who shared the reward with you ran away, and the other drowned. If you can now complete the task assigned by your wife, you will be able to take all the gold by yourself, and take the amnesty decree in a beautiful manner and then become your captain!"

"Or if I kill you, and your crew kills me again, and then survive under the pursuit of the kingdom's fleet, and make a living by robbing fishing boats, and be hanged in an unknown port on some unknown day—perhaps you think it would be better?"

Tormund threw the pirate captain aside in disgust, and shouted at the pirates in an unquestioning tone, "Kill them all, and rob them all!"

............'Their ship sinks!'" a sharp-eyed water point on the Barrel pointed to the sinking rotten wood in the distance, and shouted in ecstatic voice, "Radiant Cross bless us!"

The sailors, who had been trembling, all shouted loudly in ecstasy, thanking the Radiant Cross for its blessing. The desire to live constantly motivates them, and they become fanatical and not afraid of death, eager to try to fight the pirates on the other side.

"Shut up, you useless fools, get ready for me—they're coming!" Captain Robben kicked the sailor in the ass roughly, still shouting at his sailors savagely, and struck the rudder to the right with the green tendons on his arms, "Do you want to die?!"

Captain Robben was relieved to have one less enemy, and he even had the idea that he was lucky enough to listen to the squire.

With his shouts, the laughing sailors around him hurried back to their posts, busily pulling their bowstrings and aiming their arrows at the opposite ship, while others hid in vantage points with harpoons and daggers, or shouted and cursed at the opposite side as if demonstratively.

The pirate ship on the other side was unexpectedly much quieter—like a beast ready to hunt, patiently waiting for its moment.

The two oncoming ships tore the tumbling sea into countless waves, almost a fraction of a millimeter apart about to collide together, and the distance between the sides was only a few meters, and both sides were waiting, patiently waiting for the moment when the ship's sides were aligned!

"Kill them all—!!!"

In just a split second, the sound of bowstrings snapping and arrows tearing the air sounded almost simultaneously between the two ships. There were countless black shadows in the pitch-black rainstorm, quickly shuttling back and forth between the two sides just a few meters apart!

No one knew how many arrows there were in the dark rain, and Edward, who was close behind the mast, could only hear the sound in his ears—the screams that pierced his body, the trembling of nailing to the gang, or the crisp sound of breaking in mid-air.

His rain-soaked right hand gripped the hilt of his sword, and Edward stared motionlessly at a figure across from him, ready to strike.

"Watch out for the ballista!"

"Boom!" Before the sailor could finish shouting, the heavy crossbow bolts had already struck the barrel's hull, and the almost terrible tremor almost overturned the entire ship, and the sailors who had been ready to go were almost shaken, and the deck was full of unlucky people who had broken their heads and bled blood.

"The side is broken, and the bottom cabin is flooded!" A sailor near the side of the ship got up and pointed in panic to the place below where the ballista hit, and the raging sea water poured into the crack: "Hurry up and drain the water, you have to plug the opening!"

"The first mate hurry down and lock up the pierced cabin and shut it up!" Captain Robben, who was at the helm, commanded, and then stared at Edward with a somewhat complicated look: "Boy, help me keep this boat, or I will drag you when I go to hell." ”

"I'm not going to die tonight, I'm going to have to make those who want me die pay. Edward silently looked at the ship opposite, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, as if he was talking to himself.

And at this moment, when there was a panic on the deck, the pirates who had planned it had already set up the gangplank on the gang of the Oak Barrel, and countless rope hooks were thrown from mid-air and stuck on the gang.

"Go and cut the rope, everyone is ready to fight!" Captain Robben asked the helmsman to return to the helm, and he pulled out his scimitar and rushed to the side of the ship to direct the sailors: "Can't let them rush over!"

A few screaming sailors rushed forward at once, but before they could raise their knives, they were kicked by the pirates flying in with rope hooks, screaming miserably, and seeing them laugh and cut off their heads!

But many more pirates crashed into the fishing nets on the gang, their skin torn apart by countless iron hooks, and they fell into the dark waters with a bloody wail, and were swallowed up without a trace.

"Keep up, kill them all, and rob them all!" The pirate captain, who was completely red-eyed, glared at the captain of the guard, Tormund, and then took the lead on the sideboard with a scimitar, and rushed over with his men, with a terrifying and fierce cry like a savage wolf pack, and pounced on the deck of the Oak Barrel!

Bloodthirsty pirates laughed and raised their scimitars, and the battleaxes and the hoarse shouts of the sailors on the barrel smashed through the waves of iron filings and blood. The dark storm was filled with blood splatters, the light and shadow of the clashing blades, screams and hysterical laughter intertwined and intertwined.

The Oak Barrel's modest deck was swept away by terrible waves in an instant. The desire to live, the desire for wealth, and the murderous nature all stimulated everyone to wield the weapons in their hands, and without stopping to tear the guy in front of him with a sharp blade to pieces.

The damp planks were washed over and over again by the red rain, and the shouts of killing did not stop for a moment in this small world that kept swaying up and down. Edward, who pulled out his steel sword from behind and fought with the man in front of him, was quite calm, or he felt this way from the time the iron crossbow arrow was aimed at him.

-- The people who really wanted to kill themselves were still in that boat.

At the same time, Tormond, the captain of the guard, who was gasping for breath in the torrential rain, threw his scabbard into the sea, and stood in front of the horizontal board with his sword, watching the pirates around him rush one after another.

"I'll kill you with my own hands, Edward Witwood. Tormund muttered to himself, as if unconsciously: "Don't blame anyone else, who made you have to survive, who made the Mineste family book you?"